Jay, who had been waiting downstairs for fifteen minutes, nearly choked on thin air the moment he saw them. His eyes widened so aggressively it almost looked painful.
Oh God, am I going blind.
Since when do they walk this close.
Why does Leo look like a man who refuses to let go of his wife even for a second.
Jay stared at them, horrified, confused and amazed all at once. Bella was tucked so neatly against Leo's side that she might as well have been sewn into his shirt. Leo didn't even seem aware of how fiercely he was holding her, one hand around her waist and the other adjusting her hair gently when it fell over her shoulder.
Jay blinked again.
Still the same scene.
Still too romantic for his innocent eyes.
What is this garden walk behavior at nine in the morning.
